Page 28 of Fierce Love (Tucker Billionaires)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Nathaniel

V ictory shoots through my veins, followed closely by intense desire.

My body is so present, so fully engaged, that the powerful emotion would be unnerving if this wasn’t Hollyn, if this wasn’t how it was between us from first contact.

I forgot how hard the sense of rightness hits me the minute we’re skin to skin. Every inch screaming the same claim.

Mine. Mine. Mine .

Without pausing to question why she’s kissed me, I angle my head, deepening the kiss, seeking a fuller experience. God, with her, I long for deeper. Nothing is ever deep enough, connected enough, close enough to satisfy whatever exists inside me that’s so inextricably entwined with her.

The kiss is wild, unleashed. Passion races through me as though we’ve uncorked a shaken bottle of champagne, and the spray is soaking the room in anticipation.

I dip my tongue into her mouth, and she responds in kind. Her fingers are rough in my hair, as though she’s fighting with herself, but I don’t fucking care. We’re doing this. Free-falling back into something. For weeks, I’ve been tiptoeing around her, hoping she’d come to me.

Now that she has, now that she’s made the first move, I intend to make her glad she did.

I clutch her ass cheek and spin us so she’s pressed against the desk.

Then I’ve got my hands under the hem of her skirt, pushing it up her thighs.

Her hips arch toward my body, seeking contact.

This urgency, this need, is even stronger than when we were younger, as though it built up in the years between, as though I never quite released the full force of my yearning with anyone else.

Or maybe this intensity only existed with Hollyn.

Maybe we were made for each other, can only ever be this together.

Hollyn moans as I lift her onto the desk and step between her spread legs, leaning against her, letting the heat of my desire rub against her core, and the simple friction is almost enough to bring me to my knees.

She gasps, clutching the back of my neck and my arm that’s braced against the desk, and I swallow the sound.

There is no greater discovery than this fire, burning, the realization that I can still make her whimper, crave more. She’s shaking with need, body primed and ready for whatever I’m willing to deliver.

I slip a hand between us, cupping her sex, and now it’s my turn to groan at how soaked she is, so ready for me that my cock strains against my pants at the thought of sliding into her wet heat.

A tiny part of my brain knows I shouldn’t be fucking her in my office on my desk as a way into a second chance.

The rest of me doesn’t care what that part of my brain thinks.

She’s here . For weeks—hell, maybe years—I’ve dreamed of this moment, where she’d come willingly into my arms. There are no brakes. I’m full throttle to the finish line.

I shift the edge of her panties to get better access to the bundle of nerves that’ll have her panting and clinging and finally crying out my name. God, I used to love hearing her beg for more, the release, the connection.

When I dip my fingers inside her, making them slick with her need, she breaks the kiss and presses her forehead to mine, her breaths coming quick.

Her nails dig into my arm, and these tiny sounds of desire keep passing over her lips, as though she’s never wanted anything more than my hand in her panties, my fingers rotating slow, firm circles right where she wants them most.

It takes a herculean effort to keep the pressure steady and not rushed, to keep my mind focused on her and not on the overwhelming urge to drop my pants and let my cock seek her heat, delving into her sweetness once again.

“Oh god. Oh, Nate.” The words are garbled, and she’s clutching on to me like I’m a lifeline. “Oh fuck. Don’t stop. Please,” she whimpers, “please don’t stop.”

I scan her expression, so turned on by how into this she is. Giving Hollyn pleasure is a drug I’ll seek forever.

“I’m…” Her head tips back, her auburn hair cascading down her back, and as she lets out a little cry, I slide my fingers inside her, feeling her squeeze around me as I pump in and out of her in slow, leisurely strokes.

Watching her come brings me an immense rush of accomplishment, as though I just won an Olympic medal. As soon as she starts to return to earth, all I want to do is create that rocket ship for her again.

“That was—” Hollyn starts to say.

Knuckles rap on my door, and Hollyn is off the desk like a shot, fixing her panties, tugging down her skirt, and I’m adjusting myself, already realizing I’m going to need to sit behind the desk.

“Nate, are you still here?” Posey says from the other side of the door, and the handle jiggles. Thankfully, whenever I close the door, it automatically locks to anyone coming in.

“One moment,” I call. “Just finishing a meeting with Hollyn. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Hollyn’s wide eyes meet mine as I round my desk, rotating a stapler and some papers back into place. I gesture to the chair behind her to get her to sit and act normal, but she puts her head in her hands instead, not sitting.

And there’s the regret. Which, if I’d been capable of thinking with the right head, I would have seen coming. Her sudden acquiescence should have been a red flag.

“Hols,” I say, my tone gentle.

“What was I thinking?” she whispers.

“I don’t think we were,” I say. The only thing I was thinking about was how fucking good she felt, how incredible she smelled, how her whimper still sneaks into my dreams some nights, soaking my sheets.

“We’re in your office, and we work together,” Hollyn says. “We aren’t teenagers who can’t control ourselves.”

I mean, apparently, we are, but I’m not agreeing with or denying her statement.

The only good news about her obvious horror and disbelief over getting off in my office while people are in the building is that my raging erection has been reduced to the normal semialert “Hollyn has entered the room” position.

“Don’t overthink it,” I say, “there’s no point—it happened, and we move on.

” I flick off my computer and brace my hands on the desk.

“I need to talk to Posey, and then I’ll drop you off at the apartment while I pick up Kin.

She can train with Maren, Brice, and the team before we fly out.

After practice, she can shower on the plane. ”

“There’s a shower on the plane?”

“On the one we’re taking, yes. It’s new.” Purchased by my father, who is in league with King Alexander in trying to lure a professional sports team to the island. The latest bid is for a professional ice hockey team that needs new owners or a new home.

“I’m having second thoughts,” she says, twirling the bracelet on her wrist.

“No need,” I say. “The plane is huge, the apartment building is even bigger, and the suite at the stadium will be packed with people. If I’m your second thought, you can tuck it back where it belongs.”

“I don’t want to give you the wrong impression.”

“If I don’t have to watch my words around you, you don’t need to manage my emotions or expectations. I’m an adult. Deal?”

“You really think this trip is a good idea after what just happened?”

“I’ll find Posey,” I say, rounding the desk and grabbing the door. “Make sure you’re ready to go when I’m done.”

Then I leave the office before she can try to talk me out of what I know is inevitable, and it’s a lot more than just this trip.